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the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your Fear not, Macbeth ; no man, that's born of woman, hand: What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to Shall e'er have power on thee. Then fly, false bed, to bed. [Exit Lady Macbeth.

thanes, Doct. Will she go now to bed?

And mingle with the English epicures : Gent. Directly.

The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Doct. Foul whisperings are abroad; Unnatural Shall never sagg 7 with doubt, nor shake with fear.

deeds Do breed unnatural troubles : Infected minds

Enter a Servant. To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! 8 More needs she the divine, than the physician. Where gott'st thou that goose look ? God, God, forgive us all! Look after her;

Serv. There is ten thousand Remove from her the means of all annoyance,

Macb.

Geese, villain ? And still keep eyes upon her:- So, good night: Serv.

Soldiers, sir. My mind she has mated, and amaz'd my sight : Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, I think, but dare not speak.

Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch ? 9 Gent:

Good night, good doctor. Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine

(Exeunt. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? SCENE II. The country near Dunsinane. Sery. The English force, so please you.

Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton !- I am Enter, with Drum and Colours, MenterH, CATHNESS,

sick at heart, Angus, Lenox, and Soldiers.

When I behold - Seyton, I say ! - This push Ment. The English power is near, led on by Mal- will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. colm,

I have liv'd long enough : my May of life His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.

Is fall’n into the sear', the yellow leaf : Revenges burn in them: for their dear causes And that which should accompany old age, Would, to the bleeding, and the grim alarm,

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Excite the mortified man. +

I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Ang.

Near Birnam wood

Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming. Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Cath. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?

Seyton!
Len. For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file

Enter Seyton.
Of all the gentry; there is Siward's son,
And many unrough 5 youths, that even now

Sey. What is your gracious pleasure ?
Macb.

What news more?
Protest their first of manhood.
Ment.
What does the tyrant ?

Sey. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reCath. Great Dunsináne, he strongly fortifies :

ported. Some say, he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,

Macb. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be

hack'd. Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

Give me my armour. Within the belt of rule.

Sey.

'Tis not needed yet. Ang. Now does he feel

Macb. I'll put it on.

Send out more horses, skirr ? the country round; His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach ;

Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine arThose he commands, move only in command,

How does your patient, doctor? Nothing in love: now does he feel his title

Doct.

Not so sick, my lord, Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Ment.
Who then shall blame

That keep her from her rest.
Macb.

Cure her of that: His pester'd senses to recoil and start,

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
When all that is within him does condemn

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ;
Itself, for being there?
Cath.
Well, march we on,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain;

Avd with some sweet oblivious antidote, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd :

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff,
Meet we the medecin 6 of the sickly weal ;
And with him pour we, in our country's purge,

Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct.

Therein the patient Each drop of us.

Must minister to himself.
Len.
Or so much as it needs,

Macb. Throw physick to the dogs, I'll none of To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.

it. Make we our march towards Birnam.

Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff : [Exeunt, marching.

Seyton, sendout.-Doctor, the thanes fly from me:SCENE III.-Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle. Come, sir, despatch: - If thou couldst, doctor, cast

The water of my land, find her disease,
Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants.

And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
Macb. Bring me no more reports; let them fly all; I would applaud thee to the very echo,
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsináne,

That should applaud again. — Pull't off, I say. -
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm! What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know would scour these English hence ! - Hearest thou
All mortal consequents, pronounc'd me thus :

mour.

of them? 3 Confounded, * A religious; an ascetic. 7 Sink.

8 Base fellow, • Unbearded. 6 The physician 9 An appellatiou of contempt

2 Scour,

i Dry.

Well,

say, sir.

Doct. Ay, my good lord; your royal preparation | And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
Makes us hear something.

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle Macb. .

Bring it after me. Life's but a walking shadow: a poor player, I will not be afraid of death and bane,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsináne. [Exit. And then is heard no more : it is a tale

Doct. Were I from Dunsináne away and clear, Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Profit again should hardly draw me here. [Exit. Signifying nothing. SCENE IV.- Country near Dunsinane. A Wood Thou com'st to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

Enter a Messenger.
in view.

Mess. Gracious my lord,
Enter, with Drum and Colours, Malcolm, old I shall report that which I say I saw,
Siward and his Son, MacDUFF, MENTETH, But know not how to do it.
CATHNESS, Angus, Lexox, Rosse, and Soldiers,

Macb. marching.

Mess. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, Mal. Cousins, I hope, the days are near at hand I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, That chambers will be safe.

The wood began to move.
Ment.
We doubt it nothing. Macb.

Liar, and slave!
Siw. What wood is this before us?

(Striking him. Ment. The wood of Birnam.

Mess. Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so: Mal. Let every soldier hew him down a bough,

Within this three mile may you see it coming ; And bear't before him ; thereby shall we shadow

I say, a moving grove. The numbers of our host, and make discovery

Macb.

If thou speak'st false, Err in report of us.

Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Sold.
It shall be done.

Till famine cling 5 thee : if thy speech be sooth,
Siw. We learn no other, but the confident tyrant I care not if thou dost for me as much.
Keeps still in Dunsináne, and will endure

I pull in resolution; and begin
Our setting down before't.
Mal.

"Tis his main hope:

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,

That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood For where there is advantage to be given,

Do come to Dunsináne ; -- and now a wood Both more and less have given him the revolt;

Comes toward Dunsinane. — Arm, arm, and out. And none serve with him but constrained things, If this which he avouches, does appear, Whose hearts are absent too.

There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here. Macd.

Let our just censures

I’gin to be a-weary of the sun, Attend the true event, and put we on

And wish the estate of the world were now undone. Industrious soldiership.

Ring the alarum bell: -- Blow, wind! come, wrack ! Siw. The time approaches,

At least we'll die with harness on our back. That will with due decision make us know

[Exeunt. What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;

SCENE VI. — A Plain before the Castle. But certain issue strokes must arbitrate:

Enter, with Drums and Colours, Malcolm, old Towards which, advance the war.

SIward, Macduff, fc. and their Army, with

(Exeunt, marching. Boughs. SCENE V. - Dunsinane. Within the Castle.

Mal. Now near enough ; your leavy screens throw

down, Enter, with Drums and Colours, MACBETH, SEYTON, And show like those you are: --- You, worthy uncle, and Soldiers.

Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Macb. Hang out our banners on the outward Lead our first battle ; worthy Macduff, and we,

Shall take upon us what else remains to do,
The cry is still, They come : Our castle's strength According to our order.
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie, Siw.

Fare you well.
Till famine, and the ague, eat them up :

Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, Macd. Make all our trumpets speak; give them And beat them backward home. What is that noise?

all breath, (A cry within of women. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sey. It is the cry of women, my good lord.

[Exeunt. Alarums continued. Macb. I have almost forgot the taste of fears :

SCENE VII. The time has been, my senses would have coolid

Another Part of the Plain. To hear a night-shriek; and my fell 4 of hair

Enter MACBETH. Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir

Macb. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; But, bear-like, I must fight the course. —

- What's he, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts,

That was not born of woman? Such a one
Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Am I to fear, or none.
Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead.

Enter young SIWARD.
Macb. She should have died hereafter ;

Yo. Siw. What is thy name? There would have been a time for such a word.

Macb.

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Yo. Siw. No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time;

walls;

Than any is in hell. 31. e. Greater and less.

6 Shrivel.

name

4 Skin,

Macb.

My name's Macbeth. Painted upon a pole ; and underwrit, Yo. Siw. The devil himself could not pronounce Here may you see the tyrant. a title

Macb.

I'll not yield, More hateful to mine ear.

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, Macb.

No, nor more fearful. And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Yo. Siw. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant; with my Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, sword

And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.

Yet I will try the last : Before my body [They fight, and young SIward is slain. I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff'; Macb. Thou wast born of woman,

And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,

(Exeunt fighting Brandisb'd by man that's of a woman born. (Exit.

Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter with Drum and CoAlarums. Enter MACDUFF.

lours, MALCOLM, old SIWARD, Rosse, Lenox, Macd. That way the noise is: — Tyrant, show ANGUS, CATHNESS, MENTETH, and Soldiers.

thy face : If thou be'st slain, and with no stroke of mine,

Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe ar

riv'd. My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kernes , whose arms

Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I see, Are hir’d to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge,

Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; He only liv'd but till he was a man;

Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited 7: Let me find him, fortune!

The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd And more I beg not.

[Erit. Alarum.

In the unshrinking station where he fought,

But like a man he died.
Enter MALCOLM and old Siward.

Siw.

Then he is dead ? Siw. This way, my lord ; — the castle's gently Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field : your cause render'd:

of sorrow The tyrant's people on both sides do fight; Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then The noble thanes do bravely in the war;

It hath no end. The day almost itself professes yours,

Siw.

Had he his hurts before ?
And little is to do.

Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Mal.
We have met with foes

Siw.

Why then, God's soldier be he! That strike beside us.

Had I as many sons as I have hairs, Sjw.

Enter, sir, the castle. I would not wish them to a fairer death :

(Ereunt. Alarum. And so his knell is knollid. Re-enter MACBETH.

Mal.

He's worth more sorrow, Macb. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die And that I'll spend for him. On mine own sword ? whiles I see lives, the gashes

Siw.

He's worth no more; Do better upon them.

They say he parted well, and paid his score:

So God be with him. Here comes newer comfort. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd.

Turn, hell-hound, turn. Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S Head on a Pole. Macb. Of all men else I have avoided thee : But get thee back, my soul is too much charg'd

Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art : Behold, With blood of thine already.

where stands Macd.

I have no words,

The usurper's cursed head : the time is free: My voice is in my sword; thou bloodier villain

I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Than terins can give thee out! [They fight.

That speak my salutation in their minds ; Macb.

Thou losest labour:

Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 8

Hail, king of Scotland ! With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed :

AU. King of Scotland, hail! (Flourish. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, I bear a charmed life, which must not yield

Before we reckon with your several loves, To one of woman born.

And make us even with you. My thanes and kins. Macd. Despair thy charm;

men, And let the angel, whom thou still hast serv'd,

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb

In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Untimely ripp'd.

Which would be planted newly with the time, — Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,

As calling home our exil'd friends abroad, For it hath cow'd my better part of man!

That Aed the snares of watchful tyranny; And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,

Producing forth the cruel ministers That palter 9 with us in a double sense ;

of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen ; That keep the word of promise to our ear,

Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands And break it to our hope. — I'll not fight with thee. Took off her life : – This, and what needful else Macd. Then yield thee, coward,

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, And live to be the show and gaze o'the time.

We will perform in measure, time, and place: We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Foot-soldiers. ? Reported with clamour.

Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Sconc. 8 The air which cannot be cut. 9 Shuffle.

(Flourish. Exeunt.

KING JOHN.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

King John.

Lewis, the Dauphin.
Prince Henry, his Son ; afterwards K. Henry III. ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA.
Arthur, Duke of Bretagne, Son of Geffrey, late CARDINAL PANDULPH, the Pope's Legate.

Duke of Bretagne, the elder Brother of King John. Melun, a French Lord.
William MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. CHATILLOX, Ambassador from France to King John.
Geffrey Firz-PETEK, Earl of Essex, Chief Jus-
ticiary of England.

ELINOR, the Widow of King Henry II. and Mother William Longsword, Earl of Salisbury.

of King John. Robert Bigot, Earl of Norfolk.

CONSTANCE, Mother to Arthur. HUBERT De Burgh, Chamberlain to the King.

BLANCH, Daughler to Alphonso, King of Castile, and Robert FAULCONBRIDGE, Son of Sir Robert Faul

Nicce to K’ing John. conbridge.

LADY FAULCONBRIDGE, Mother to the Bastard, and Philip FAULCONBRIDGE, his Half-Brother, Bastard Robert Faulconbridge.

Son lo King Richard the First.
James Gurney, Servant to Lady Faulconbridge.
Peter of Pomfret, a Prophet.

Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Philip, King of France.

Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, — sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.

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